Rose, are you willing to forget?
How can I stand on his porch step...

You melted your every wish for me,
molding a small outlook of our love...

Cologne lingers after the leaves
of my seasonal muse...

I carried you across
aching months of devastation...

From golden morn' I watched the ocean swell
alive with wonder, rushing into sky...

I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...

When I contemplate
morning's praise...

Every summer
a burden of memory...

My heart needs to be a song,
beating from a dry moon gone hollow...

And I trace my scarred fingers
across a heaven's river of endless...

Locked in a lighthouse
full of melancholy windows...

I have known rain and weathered hands
stuck in time from a war in land...